Kouchisei was lying on the sofa, in a peacefully empty room, and reading. It was sad that most of the literature here was his own. There were English books, economic journals and low-brow fiction, but nothing that impressed him that this home had a soul. He longed for a science book for the moment. The situation was not as bad as it could have been, but as his mother had once made him feel comfortable he was waiting to go back home.
It was peaceful, though.
Then a blonde had brought him out of his reading, and now he was scrambling to sit upright with a dignity that unmercifully was lacking at this moment. He smoothed down his hair, reset his glasses, and the expression on his face was not thrilled but quickly turned to a smile to show politeness.